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maeve ffion argall
 Posted: Jun 3 2014, 09:36 PM
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Maeve was born and raised on the Argall breeding farm in Swansea, Wales. She's a rebel within reason, leading her to get kicked out of finishing school. She was home schooled for periods while she helped her father and uncle with the farm. Maeve started competing when she was eight. By the time she was sixteen, she was competing across the UK. At the age of almost eighteen, she was snagged by a sponsor in the US and has been a working student here for ten months now.
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When my heart is made from gold and the hunt is just too bold.
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Today was a "pony day", as Maeve liked to call it. She had the day off of work and dedicated it to spoiling her boy. He deserved it as much as she did, after a long week of hard work. Since it was warm, she spent the morning bathing her cob. While he was grazing in the sun to dry off, she weaved wildflowers into his mane and forelock, as well as her own light-brown hair. Robin Hood looked like a prince with the flowers contrasting perfectly with his shiny, dappled wolf dun colored coat. The weather was beautiful, the barn wasn't busy, and the two of them were perfectly happy.

Maeve spotted an empty pasture and led her horse over to it, abandoning her cowboy boots by the fence. To be honest, she hadn't planned on riding, otherwise she would have worn long pants. Instead she was wearing cut off denim shorts. The girl jumped up and swung her leg over him in one motion, like a swimmer getting out of a pool, and just walked around for a bit. She picked at a flower, letting the lead rope rest on Robin's neck as she guided him with her legs. They had that sort of connection, after all, Maeve practically raised him herself. They grew up together.

The two of them used to do this all the time back home. She used to climb the fence to get on her pony and they'd gallop around the field until her father called her in for dinner. The cob definitely remembered that. He had a lot of spunk in his step. Maeve felt that Robin wanted to go run wild, so she trotted him around a bit before progressing to a light, float-y canter. All she did was hold onto the end of the lead rope so her pony couldn't step on it. Before long, the two of them were galloping across the field at full pace. Maeve felt so free right at that moment. Everything felt like it was in place.

After a few times back and forth, she brought Robin Hood back down to a walk to cool him off, a grand smile still radiating from her face. She leisurely walked him around the perimeter of the pasture, his ears were pricked forward and attentive. The girl leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug before scratching his favorite spot that made his lip twitch a little. She smiled at the woman who seemed to have been watching, giving her a short wave as she walked her pony towards the lady.

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jane kit bailey
 Posted: Jun 4 2014, 02:09 PM
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Jane’s father was a successful horse trainer for a time, but was eventually found guilty of fixing races and began his long exile in Kansas State, where Jane was born only a short time later. However, Jane is determined to remain clean and has made a go at escaping her father’s shadow. She is now an owner of her own private farm and has become a respectable but proud person in the industry.
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North Field Farm was not the most ideal place to look for race horses. That’s why Jane had never been. It had taken almost an hour to look at all the horses that were stabled here. Now she was moving on to the ones outside the stalls. But Jane didn't say much. It took a lot to distract her from the horses. Jane always knew what she was going to do, and this is what she wanted: silence. Even then, there were surprises, and she expected them, but not this. This kind of surprise was not necessarily a shocking one, just a sort of unbelievable one. Unlike some buyers, Jane looked at all the horses: even the ones that weren't for sale.

She scouted all the pastures and watched every pony. But when she saw the grey Cob galloping in a pasture near by, Jane stopped in her tracks. Not abruptly. Jane moved slower than that and with a little scrutiny. The sun was out and she had to shade her eyes with her long fingers to get a better look at what she was seeing. The girl riding the Cob was most particular. Although Jane hardly road anymore, she knew what professionals did all day, and riding bare foot with flowers in your hair was not something a professional would do. Wile riding bareback.

The horse had been provided with his own accessories. Jane was surprised that he hadn't eaten all the flowers already, or tried to shake them free from his mane. Sable Gown would have: he always liked to play.

Eventually, the dappled pony was tempered down to a walk, and was circled around the pasture a few more times. Jane stopped staring at the girl for a moment and focused her attention on the horse's movements. His body was not restrained, and that was the firs impression. Instead his muscles were fluid and confident with every stride. He appeared to be a very well disciplined and very well kept animal. Jane could respect that at least. But then, Jane reminded herself that this pony wasn't a race horse, and she was about to stop seizing him up when his rider suddenly waved at Jane and started towards her.

Jane frowned. Did the girl want to have a nice chat or something? And what's with the shorts? Who wears shorts when they go riding anyway? Perhaps it was more comfortable without a saddle, but Jane wasn't thinking up excuses for the girl. She was simply trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for all this. When the girl was close enough to hear her speak, Jane crossed her arms and said in a matter-of-fact manner, "You left your boots by the fence."

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maeve ffion argall
 Posted: Jun 8 2014, 10:18 AM
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Maeve was born and raised on the Argall breeding farm in Swansea, Wales. She's a rebel within reason, leading her to get kicked out of finishing school. She was home schooled for periods while she helped her father and uncle with the farm. Maeve started competing when she was eight. By the time she was sixteen, she was competing across the UK. At the age of almost eighteen, she was snagged by a sponsor in the US and has been a working student here for ten months now.
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When my heart is made from gold and the hunt is just too bold.
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In Maeve's books, nothing could top a day dedicated to spoiling your horse. It was her way of unwinding after a long week. She took her time giving Robin a bath, feeding him some carrots along the way. She let him graze for a little bit, weaving flowers into his mane. The girl even took some pictures to send home to tad and mam. They always loved seeing how things were going over here. They made her call every two weeks to update them on what was going on, make sure Robin and their daughter were doing well.

After reflecting on everything that went on back home, Maeve brought her cob out to an empty pasture and hopped on him bareback with a halter, abandoning her boots by the fence. All at once, she felt her childhood crash into her. She felt a little homesick, but at the same time, she knew this was where she needed to be. This place was going to get her somewhere and her parents would be proud of her.

On their cool down, Maeve spotted a woman who seemed to be watching them. She made her way over. Usually people who stopped to watch wanted to talk. The girl was almost always up for a conversation. Then she spotted the woman's frown. Had she done something wrong? Or against the rules? This wasn't the first time she had pulled this stunt. Even her instructor was fine with it as long as it was a slow day at the barn. It was too late to keep walking now. "Yeah, I put them there," she replied, her Welsh accent radiated in her voice.

Maeve was mildly confused as to why this woman was pointing out obvious things. Did she not have anything better to do? From what the girl knew, she wasn't one of the owners of North Field, nor did she work here. Instead of pushing things further in an unknown direction, the girl faced things like this head on. "What's your deal?" she asked, not in a snappy way, but in a curious way. She genuinely wanted to know why this woman was about to give her a hard time.

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jane kit bailey
 Posted: Jun 9 2014, 03:55 PM
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Jane’s father was a successful horse trainer for a time, but was eventually found guilty of fixing races and began his long exile in Kansas State, where Jane was born only a short time later. However, Jane is determined to remain clean and has made a go at escaping her father’s shadow. She is now an owner of her own private farm and has become a respectable but proud person in the industry.
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Jane simply liked watching the horses run, while trying to catch sight of all their perfections and flaws. She learned a great deal just by looking at a horse move, or how it behaved. She also used this talent on people. But her judgment there was less forgiving. Perhaps it was none of her business; Jane simply felt qualified to say if something was right or wrong. She could fix a lot of problems that way. Too much confidence blinded people to their own faults and mistakes, especially around horses.

Youths were worse: they left a great deal of rash in their wake. The way Jane saw it, if they went on thinking something bad was good, or if they refused to accept that reality was in fact reality, they could get thrown in the process. It wasn’t like it was in the movies. In horse racing or any other sport, people don’t get second chances or fair tale forever. The authorities will nip anyone or any problem before it can infest everything that is good and green. To become successful, Jane believed you needed to be realistic, not to act the child.

Too many people got hurt or disappointed thinking like that, especially her father, who had been too eager to wait his turn. But this was just mindless wanderings. The real problem was: Jane didn’t care much for starry-eyed kids who took little in life seriously. She noticed that the girl looked to be in the age where most people start to grow up because they started to learn what life was really going to be like, and the pony looked a little undersized for her as well. Jane thought that was odd.

She had always towered over most people, and required large horses to ride. So height was something that mattered to Jane. The girl was quick to answer Jane’s statement, and it was just as obvious as it was expected to be. The accent the girl had was clearly un-American, but that did not bother Jane at all. She had worked with many foreigners over the last decade, many including South American, British, and even German. The racing industry was open to pretty much everyone, if not all.

The girl appeared confused for a moment. Jane understood. This reaction appeared most commonly when she spoke to a person for the first time. But the question suddenly posed to Jane was not wholly expected, and she firmly believed it did not require an explanation. However, she was not in the mood to get excused from the farm because she was disrupting the peace. But she still stood by her opinions. “I was about to ask the same of you.” Jane retorted. “What’s with the flowers and the shorts?”

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maeve ffion argall
 Posted: Jun 10 2014, 02:48 PM
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Maeve was born and raised on the Argall breeding farm in Swansea, Wales. She's a rebel within reason, leading her to get kicked out of finishing school. She was home schooled for periods while she helped her father and uncle with the farm. Maeve started competing when she was eight. By the time she was sixteen, she was competing across the UK. At the age of almost eighteen, she was snagged by a sponsor in the US and has been a working student here for ten months now.
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When my heart is made from gold and the hunt is just too bold.
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Maeve was at that point in her life where she was stuck between being a kid and an adult. Eighteen. An adult and a teenager. When she was working, her polo shirt was always tucked in and her boots were moderately clean, but overall well taken care of. When she was off work, that was a whole different story. She pretty much did what she wanted as long as it wouldn't harm anyone. Galloping her pony in the field would never hurt anyone. She even made sure to warm him up enough so he wouldn't pull a muscle. She didn't consider being barefoot in shorts to be any sort of problem. Sure, she'd probably get some swamp ass on her shorts, but that was nothing the washing machine couldn't handle.

Maeve cooled Robin Hood down and walked up to a woman standing by the fence. "I asked you first," she stated, sitting up and asking her pony to halt with her legs. The cob went to nip at some tall grass around the fence post, but just before he could take a bite, Maeve clicked with her mouth and he pulled his head right up. He was very well trained despite his mischievous attitude. He knew where it was okay to push boundaries and when his owner meant business. The girl waited for an answer before asking what was asked of her. "It's my day off work. We were just messing around." She wasn't trying to defend herself or make excuses, which was apparent by the tone of her voice, but she wasn't trying to be rude. She was simply answering the question.

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jane kit bailey
 Posted: Jun 14 2014, 02:11 PM
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Jane’s father was a successful horse trainer for a time, but was eventually found guilty of fixing races and began his long exile in Kansas State, where Jane was born only a short time later. However, Jane is determined to remain clean and has made a go at escaping her father’s shadow. She is now an owner of her own private farm and has become a respectable but proud person in the industry.
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‘Just messing around?’ Was there nothing better this girl could do with her spare time? Jane backed off a little, if only because she did not wish to get thrown out. She had not seen all she wanted to. Although, this girl and her unusual choice of past time was all Jane needed to decide that her day could never pass without surprising behavior. Some people did not appear as restrained as Jane was, and she had to remind herself that not everyone was willing to be a strictly trimmed professional.

Beneath her surprise, there was some dry amusement to be felt. ‘Who honestly spends their time creating flower crowns?’ Jane asked the silence of her conscience. Of course, there was no answer. When had there ever been? Her eyebrows rose only a little when the girl gave a reply to Jane’s previous question, and Bailey felt a little more amused, however, she would push back, but not violently. “I have no problem, whatsoever.” And that was the truth for Jane. But Jane generally said a one thing that interpreted into another.

Jane watched as the girl’s horse went for a bit, but was quickly reminded of the current business. One of the first lessons to learn about horses for Jane: they always try to get away with anything. She felt the left corner of her mouth twitch, only slightly, and then it disappeared. It was not exactly terrible behavior for a horse, but it would be something they should know not to do when being ridden, even when being ridden bareback. Jane looked up at the girl with squinting eyes, her attention caught suddenly.

The girl had not stated where work was exactly, but Jane was willing to bet that she did not work at North Field Farm. This did not seem the kind of place to trade labor for boarding either. Jane could not tell how old the girl was exactly. From what she was witnessing though, it appeared that this girl was quite at home on the back of a horse. However, the horse she now sat was a bit small. Jane only ever had one pony in her life, and preferred for that number to remain as it was: her first was the only horse she ever owned in more than just paper and pen, and the last, as well.

Needless to say, seeing this girl on her little grey pony did not help the impression that had been cast at Jane. It was strange to her, that this suddenly disturbed memories that were not entirely painful after so many years of looking back and feeling pride and gratitude to a fellow animal companion. ‘She is simply doing the same I would have done: enjoying the company of her friend.’ The thought was a surprising sort of honesty, but Jane accepted this truth without contempt. Still, she found the behavior odd and…juvenile.

However, the girl’s approach at handling Jane’s attitude was in some ways, commendable. It helped the suffering first impression rise to a more respectable level in Jane’s opinion. She stood with her back ramrod straight and kept her tanned arms folded, but the frown transformed into a wry line of thought. The question she posed next was also processed with little attention toward lack of interest. “So this is what you do on your days off, ride with flowers in your hair, and in jean shorts?” Jane asked, her tone was, at least less factual.

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maeve ffion argall
 Posted: Jun 14 2014, 05:33 PM
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Maeve was born and raised on the Argall breeding farm in Swansea, Wales. She's a rebel within reason, leading her to get kicked out of finishing school. She was home schooled for periods while she helped her father and uncle with the farm. Maeve started competing when she was eight. By the time she was sixteen, she was competing across the UK. At the age of almost eighteen, she was snagged by a sponsor in the US and has been a working student here for ten months now.
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When my heart is made from gold and the hunt is just too bold.
rider


Maeve was feeling some weird vibes coming from this complete stranger. What was she not understanding about spending a little quality time spoiling your horse? Was she that rigid? She was probably the kind of horse person that owned horses for a profit, sponsored them, trained them, and then sold them off to the highest bidder. Maeve didn't know how people could do that kind of stuff without getting attached. How could anyone even get on a horse without trying to find that bond or connection? What was the point? Horse and rider were supposed to be a team.

"It sounds to me like you do have a problem," she stated rather matter of factly. Maeve just had a great day and wasn't about to let a stone cold woman ruin it. She called things as she saw them and rarely held back. If this lady was going to give her a problem, she'd give it right back. Simple as that.

"Yeah, pretty much. There's no reason to be uptight when I'm not working. We're unwinding, not training for the grand prix just yet," the hint of sarcasm in her voice was satisfying. This lady had two options. Either she would accept the fact that her pony had flowers in his mane and she was riding in shorts, or she could keep walking. Who was this woman anyway? Maeve had never seen her at North Field and she had been working here for ten months already. They would have at least crossed paths if they boarded at the same barn. Maeve was all over the place and Robin wasn't the kind of horse that blended into a herd.

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jane kit bailey
 Posted: Jun 15 2014, 05:06 PM
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Jane’s father was a successful horse trainer for a time, but was eventually found guilty of fixing races and began his long exile in Kansas State, where Jane was born only a short time later. However, Jane is determined to remain clean and has made a go at escaping her father’s shadow. She is now an owner of her own private farm and has become a respectable but proud person in the industry.
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Jane did not see why she had to repeat herself a second time. It was irritating, to say the least. ‘She wants me to acknowledge that I have used a sore attitude,’ Jane thought. In her perspective, Jane simply observed the comings and goings. She had always been a spectator, someone who had a front row seat to all the weird quirks of life. People had always been good about criticizing Jane and her odd family connections, so she was not unafraid to say something when it concerned the behavior of other folk. ‘Why, talking and judging is peoples’ favorite past time,’ Jane grudged silently.

But that was not why Jane did this now. In fact, she believed she had simply stated a simple observation. And now, Jane wished she had said nothing at all, and had continued to walk on by. But watching horses work was something she enjoyed. So, it had been a slim chance for her to have missed the odd combo of rider and horse. Still, Jane saw this whole conversation becoming a waist of time, already. She did not see why her earlier statement bothered the girl, unless something else had been read into it. With Jane’s way of socializing, anything she did or said could be seen differently by almost everyone.

Then again, it was probably her physical response that triggered the girl’s questions. Jane actually had a habit of looking skeptical, due to her squinting. She did not frown as much as she did now, but she hardly ever bared her teeth for the whole world to see. Unfortunately, Jane enjoyed most things at a distance. “Just, yet?” She asked. Did the girl imply that she planned to take part in such a competition? ‘What am I asking myself here, of course she does. All of them hope or plan to do so. Just as I hope and plan to own a Derby horse or a winner of the Breeders Cup Classic.’

Of course, there was also the sarcasm. Jane was not wholly impressed, but she was somewhat surprised. “Well, I suppose you would have to wait for, just, yet. I am under the impression that taking part in the trials of that event would require a great deal of…serious training.” Gosh, she was letting this get to her. But so did everything else that people said. And Jane was unafraid to use the voice of her thoughts against them. Still, she commanded herself to take a chance in perusing the conversation to a finer point of well behaved mannerism. “That is just my impression,” Jane explained once more. “Perhaps it is different for others.”

Jane unfolded her arms and looked at the grey pony with interest. “He does not seem to mind them: the flowers.” Either he was very tolerant as a horse with new distractions, or, he had done this countless times over and had grown use to the colorful decorations. Some horses simply did not mind such additions whatsoever. However, Jane owned several problem horses. Of course, they were bought that way. Eventually, the bad habits thinned into nothing, and she and her employers could focus on the potential of the horses’ speed and their growth. So, she very much admired disciplined horses. “Did you train him, yourself?”

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